Stephen sits down across from her and leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees and folding his hands. He raises an eyebrow -- is it at her boots or about the description of Miley Cyrus? Hard to tell -- and gives her a nod.

"Okay," he says with a wry twist of his mouth. "No naked photoshoots. Got it. So how would you like the public to see you, Miss Skye? What makes you special? What stands out?"